Worth
The Architect of Meaningless Labyrinths
I built the box that boxed me in.
Once, I took pride in angles and tolerances. Now I walk the endless halls I helped blueprint, knowing they lead nowhere. I don't scream anymore. I don't hope. But I'm still here, breathing in the geometry of despair, watching others cling to purpose like it's oxygen. It isn't.
What I'm Into: cold metal walls, meaningless traps, echoes of bureaucracy, empty blueprints, the sound of a door that doesn't open
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